My heart was beating frantically out of my chest. I only had a few moments; yet, I was more nervous, not because of this dangerous action, but because of seeing Him again. I knew he could intimidate me just by looking at me; his face was haven for a disastrous burn his older brother Gregor made him suffer many years ago. It always caught me by surprise, covering half of Sandor's face. There were times I pitied him since, without the burn, he could have been considered somewhat attractive. Other moments it frightened me to the core, his lips twitching in a frightening manner while his eyes dug deep into mine.

But now, as I opened the door to the foul smelling cell, I almost welcomed the site, a site of trust. The metal door opened slower, as I looked into the darkness. It was like pure night in the small crevice of a prison. I thanked the Gods for the the lantern at the post of the door. His eyes were already gazing straight at me, a look of shock on his face. For a minute, I could not move, fixated. My instincts took hold, knowing time was being wasted.

"Ser..? Ser?",I called out, as I quickly unlocked his prison gate. A smile formed on his face, bending his burn upright. I heard a chuckle. I had to hurry him, for his own sake. And mine. Unlocking his chains, I looked at him again, no longer afraid of him.

"Little Bird. Freeing a dog. That seems a bit strange, doesn't it?"

"You are free. There's only so much time! You must go..." I breathed in deeply. "And I am going with you".

I knew he would laugh at my suggestion. He would think it lunacy. A lady escaping? Sandor would think I was jesting. He knew my place, and it was not the wilderness. Nor the battlefield, but somewhere I could be contained. He would not take me with him,would he..?

His eyes changed to something close to pity, or was it compassion?

"Is that what you want, little bird?" Sandor asked, after what seemed ages. He had not asked why and he had not even said no to my demand. It was automatic. "You going to stretch those wings, now aren't ya?"

I looked down at the cold floor. I trust him. Now more than ever. Gazing at his stone,icy gray eyes, I nodded.

Without a word, he stood up, grabbed my wrist, and started to run, out of the prison into the corridors. I could not help but doubt at our safety. Could Tyrion be trusted? Who knew if the King's guards were coming, ready to take our heads in a second. What frightened me the most was Sandor's silence as we ran to the stables. He was a man of few words, yet he did not say anything, not even a grunt. We arrived at his horse's stall; it was the first time I looked upon his horse. A black, almost coal-colored Friesian stared at me through the wood. It was the most enormous horse I had ever laid eyes on, yet the most beautiful. His touch snapped me back to my senses.

Sandor's hands reached for my waist; I could not help but blush as he easily put me on top of the horse. I was surprised at his gentleness coming from such a towering man. I then noticed I would ride in front of him, on his chest. I blushed as I soon realized that was the truth. He mounted the horse, rallying the beast into motion. The beast, I soon found out who's name was Nero, ran through the gates and into the courtyard. There was no one in sight. Not a guard. Even the crickets had stopped their melodies. I reminded myself, that if I ever saw Tyrion again, I would fall to his knees in thanks.

Nero galloped out into the streets, past the marketplace, and past the outside guard post. To my own amazement, my body fit perfectly against Sandor's chest. I could hear his heartbeat against his heavy armor. His eyes were facing forward, into the night before us. He never once looked at me. One arm grabbed the reins, while his other arm was softly on my back. I had not even noticed we were finally in the wilderness. My wound from the day before ached as the horse's gallops sounded even louder against the night's silence.

Sandor's POV

The Little Bird soon fell asleep. Had she realized what she had just done?

Part of me wanted to slap myself for doing this. What the hell was I thinking bringing her with me?

But it wasn't my idea, was it. She wanted to go. She wanted to be free.

I looked down at the small Lady I held in my arms.

Her wound was bleeding again. I didn't even have a handkerchief to give her. I wiped the blood careful with the hand that was holding her.

She stirred against my chest.

Damn it to Hell.

Sansa's POV

I do not know how long we rode. It could have been days and I would not have noticed. The warmth radiating from Sandor dizzied me into sleep, even when I tried my best to stay alert. Soon, Nero could be heard slowing down to a canter. His strength must be depleting.

After some time, the horse slowed to a stop. Half asleep, I looked around to my surroundings. A small brook of laid before us. Before I could move myself, his hands were at my waist again, bringing me down lightly unto a soft log. A few footsteps in front of me walked Sandor. A thud was heard. He collapsed unto the ground, as my own exhaustion took over once again.